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Everyone had seen the video. It swarmed the college like some sort of contagious virus, and by lunch time, there wasn't a single student that hadn't seen Hunter Sterling's naked body. It had sounded like a myth at first. A story that most of us could only hope was true, but when my best friend handed me his phone first thing on Monday morning, I had to battle to contain my excitement.
"What a boss" David said, shaking his head and grinning, "I mean, Megan Reid? He's got to be the luckiest guy on the planet".
I wanted to disagree with my best friend. I wanted to tell him that it was Megan who was the lucky one, but I hadn't yet told anybody that I was gay, and I certainly wasn't going to start now. I nodded my agreement and commented on Megan, rather than Hunter.
The video had been leaked by a friend of Megans. That was the story, anyway, but judging by Hunter's unbothered reaction to the whole thing, it was entirely possible that they'd done it themselves. Honestly, if I looked like Hunter, I wouldn't be bothered either.
It was a thirty second clip, taken by him, showing his long term girlfriend sucking his dick. Most people would be embarrassed by it, but he had nothing to be embarrassed about. His cock was easily eight inches long and the width of a Coke can. He was smooth, muscular, and perfectly tanned, and when he switched the camera around and bit down on his lip as he smiled, it was easy to see why Hunter Sterling was the most sought after nineteen year old that had ever existed.
He was unbearably handsome. There wasn't a single aspect of the young man that wasn't attractive. Everything, from his jet black hair to his perfect toes, his sparkling green eyes to his washboard abs, his gleaming smile, his cute dimples, all of it was perfect, and that was before I got to his plump bubble butt, and the teasing bulge that he had, no matter the outfit.
Over all, it was no wonder Hunter was sauntering around the college with an air of complete indifference. He didn't care who had seen the video. In fact, he'd been overheard joking about it on more than one occasion. I envied every part of him, but I envied his confidence the most.
I'd had a crush on him for as long as I could remember, though I wasn't alone in that regard. There was hardly a girl on campus that wasn't in love with him, and I was pretty sure that plenty of the guys felt the same. Other than his annoyingly good looks and flawless personality, Hunter was, of course, a star athlete.
Football, wrestling, soccer, hockey, you name it, and Hunter Sterling was the best at it. I often wondered how certain people could be so incredibly lucky, but I tried not to dwell on it, because there was nothing I could do to change that I was his opposite in every sense of the word.
I wasn't exactly unpopular, but when one compares themselves to the likes of Hunter, everyone is unpopular. I had a small group of friends, I did relatively well as a swimmer, and all in all, I wasn't too much of a dumpster fire in terms of my looks. Despite that, Hunter was on a different planet of leagues.
"Trouble in paradise" David grinned as we left the lecture hall after a particularly boring hour. I looked over to find Megan sitting on one of the benches, surrounded by other cheerleaders who were doing their best to console her as she wept.
"Maybe she's pissed about the video?" I suggested, but David shook his head.
"Doubt it, she seemed fine this morning".
By the end of the day, the rumour around campus was that Hunter had gotten so much attention after his giant cock was exposed, that he was spoiled for choice when it came to the number of people who wanted to fuck him. In an ideal world, I would have been top of that list.
"What a douche" David sniggered as we walked home, "I mean, imagine dumping your girlfriend after a video like that gets leaked?"
"Yeah" I nodded mindlessly, because the only thing I could think about was getting home, taking my dick out and jerking myself stupid whilst watching said video.
I bid farewell to David and continued on my way, and then something happened that changed my life.
The car drove by and skidded to a halt on the road next to me. I continued walking, but slowed my pace to see what was happening, and a second later, the passenger door swung open and a young woman scrambled out.
"And fuck you too!" She bellowed, grabbing her purse and slamming the door so hard that it actually popped back open. I gawped at her as she stormed up the street and the car remained in place.
"Mind your own business" I whispered to myself, and continued walking, until I heard him.
"Yo bro, mind getting that?" The voice was unmistakeable. I didn't even have to look to know who it belonged to, but how could I resist? I turned and saw Hunter Sterling looking as hot as ever, leaning over the seat and trying to reach the open door. "Please?" He pressed, and it snapped me from my daze.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry" I said, tripping toward him.
"I know your face" he told me, looking up from the driver's seat, "we go to the same college, right?".
I nodded politely, but mainly because I wasn't sure how else to interact to a guy like Hunter.
"Do you live around here?" He asked, and I nodded again. "Need a ride?"
Need a ride? Of course I needed a ride if said ride was with Hunter fucking Sterling!
"I'm good" I said, and wanted to smash my own head off the concrete.
"You sure, bro?" He pressed, "looks like it's gonna rain".
I wasn't, and it did. I took a look around the street, waiting for a camera crew to pop out and yell "gotcha!" But it didn't happen, so with one excitedly terrified breath, I sat next to the man of my dreams.
"Hunter" he said, extending his hand, as though I didn't already know everything about him.
"Jake".
"Let me ask you something, Jake" he said, as the car rolled forward, "is being gay easier than being straight?"
I felt my body tense up at the question. I swallowed a lump in my throat. "No idea" I half laughed, and he cocked a brow.
"Aren't you gay?"
How did he know? Nobody knew. I felt my face flush, and stared straight ahead.
"I didn't mean to offend you or anything" he said, "it's just that I'm pretty good at spotting gay guys".
My mind was in overdrive. Was this all some setup to out me? If it was, why would Hunter Sterling even care if I was gay? Regardless, I wasn't about to tell the truth to the most popular guy in college, that was for sure.
"N... No" I eventually said, "I'm um... I'm not gay".
He sighed as we continued down the road. "I think it would be easier" he said, "girls can be such a pain in the –"
"Easier?" I scoffed, "I can't imagine that it's easy to hide who you are for your entire life just in case some people don't like you".
Hunter didn't say anything.
"I doubt it's easier when every person you've ever been interested in doesn't even know you exist".
I needed to shut up. I'd never been this forthcoming with anybody before, let alone someone like him. Yet my mouth continued to spurt out words that I hadn't considered yet.
"So yeah, I don't think it's easier at all".
I wasn't sure if I was angry or upset, I wasn't sure if I was either of those things, but what I was sure of, was that I'd just completely embarrassed myself. Nice work, Jake.
"So I was right then" Hunter eventually smiled, as we turned down a street that wasn't mine, "you are gay".
What was the point in denying it now? I'd all but admitted it.
"I don't live here" I mumbled, wanting nothing more than to jump from the car and bury my head in a pillow for a month.
"I know you don't. I do".
When Hunter pulled into the empty drive, I considered backing my way out and walking home. Perhaps I should have, but the illogical part of my brain reminded me that I was now in the presence of the guy whom I had been lusting over for a considerable period of time.
"I just need to pick something up" he explained, as I followed him toward the house, "it won't take a minute".
I nodded and stood at the door, but the stunning young man beckoned me inside.
"Don't want you getting all wet out there" he smiled, and I kid you not, his words made me swell.
His house was impressive. Photographs of him hung on the walls, all the way back from when he was a child until now. Of course, in each image, Hunter had either a gold medal or a trophy, and I expected nothing else.
"Do you want a Coke or something?" He asked as we entered the kitchen, and I declined politely, and recalled the sheer size of his cock as soon as he mentioned it.
Hunter strolled through the room and with apparent mindlessness, peeled his t-shirt over his head and threw it into a laundry basket. It wasn't the first time I'd seen him shirtless, obviously, but it was the first time I'd ever been this close to him. I had to steady myself against the table to stop my body from trembling.
"I'm fed up with chicks, Jack" he said with a long sigh, and instead of correcting him, I decided that I didn't care what Hunter called me, as long as he did it without his t-shirt on. "You see that girl who ran from my car?"
I nodded.
"She thought that because I was giving her a ride home, that it meant that I was going to fuck her, can you believe that?"
I didn't blame her, but I forced an awkward laugh.
"I mean, don't get me wrong" he continued, and sat down on the chair opposite, "I'm not opposed to fucking on the first date, Jack, but come on, right?"
"R... Right".
He was staring at me like he was waiting for me to pick up what he was putting down. His gaze was so intense that it almost hypnotised me, until I broke it and looked down at my feet.
"Nice place" I said, and cringed again. Why was I so bad at this?
"Yeah, my parents own it though, so I can't take any credit. Wanna see my room? That I can take credit for".
Did I what?! Of course I wanted to see his freaking room! Yet I played it cool, shrugged and found myself following him up the stairs a moment later, watching closely as the muscles in his smooth back worked with each step.
"What do you think?" He asked proudly, as we stood inside a very large, very neat bedroom.
I could see now where all of his trophies and medals were displayed, and not a single wall was without one. I nodded to show how impressed I was, and then watched as he sat on his large bed.
"Are guys that difficult?" He asked simply, and I grimaced. "Oh come on, bro" he laughed, "don't tell me you haven't gotten any D?"
I wanted the ground to swallow me up, but I stood there awkwardly and shook my head instead.
"Well fuck" he said, the disbelief evident, "ain't that something?"
The young athlete stood up and stepped toward me. My heart began slamming hard in my chest, and after a few difficult seconds, I looked into his eyes once more, and got lost for a second time.
"I bet that sucks" he breathed, and I could smell the aroma of his body.
"D... Don't tell anyone" I mumbled, still stuck in his gaze.
"Don't tell anyone what?" He whispered, stepping closer again, "you're not gay, remember?"
"Yeah"
"Yeah?"
Hunter was now so close to me that our noses were touching. Every inch of my body felt like it was tingling, and breathing had become impossible.
"I'm not gay either, Josh" he told me, "which means that I can fuck your brains out and we can both walk away from this not gay".
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Everyone had seen the video. It swarmed the college like some sort of contagious virus, and by lunch time, there wasn't a single student that hadn't seen Hunter Sterling's naked body. It had sounded like a myth at first. A story that most of us could only hope was true, but when my best friend handed me his phone first thing on Monday morning, I had to battle to contain my excitement.
"What a boss" David said, shaking his head and grinning, "I mean, Megan Reid? He's got to be the luckiest guy on the planet".
I wanted to disagree with my best friend. I wanted to tell him that it was Megan who was the lucky one, but I hadn't yet told anybody that I was gay, and I certainly wasn't going to start now. I nodded my agreement and commented on Megan, rather than Hunter.
The video had been leaked by a friend of Megans. That was the story, anyway, but judging by Hunter's unbothered reaction to the whole thing, it was entirely possible that they'd done it themselves. Honestly, if I looked like Hunter, I wouldn't be bothered either.
It was a thirty second clip, taken by him, showing his long term girlfriend sucking his dick. Most people would be embarrassed by it, but he had nothing to be embarrassed about. His cock was easily eight inches long and the width of a Coke can. He was smooth, muscular, and perfectly tanned, and when he switched the camera around and bit down on his lip as he smiled, it was easy to see why Hunter Sterling was the most sought after nineteen year old that had ever existed.
He was unbearably handsome. There wasn't a single aspect of the young man that wasn't attractive. Everything, from his jet black hair to his perfect toes, his sparkling green eyes to his washboard abs, his gleaming smile, his cute dimples, all of it was perfect, and that was before I got to his plump bubble butt, and the teasing bulge that he had, no matter the outfit.
Over all, it was no wonder Hunter was sauntering around the college with an air of complete indifference. He didn't care who had seen the video. In fact, he'd been overheard joking about it on more than one occasion. I envied every part of him, but I envied his confidence the most.
I'd had a crush on him for as long as I could remember, though I wasn't alone in that regard. There was hardly a girl on campus that wasn't in love with him, and I was pretty sure that plenty of the guys felt the same. Other than his annoyingly good looks and flawless personality, Hunter was, of course, a star athlete.
Football, wrestling, soccer, hockey, you name it, and Hunter Sterling was the best at it. I often wondered how certain people could be so incredibly lucky, but I tried not to dwell on it, because there was nothing I could do to change that I was his opposite in every sense of the word.
I wasn't exactly unpopular, but when one compares themselves to the likes of Hunter, everyone is unpopular. I had a small group of friends, I did relatively well as a swimmer, and all in all, I wasn't too much of a dumpster fire in terms of my looks. Despite that, Hunter was on a different planet of leagues.
"Trouble in paradise" David grinned as we left the lecture hall after a particularly boring hour. I looked over to find Megan sitting on one of the benches, surrounded by other cheerleaders who were doing their best to console her as she wept.
"Maybe she's pissed about the video?" I suggested, but David shook his head.
"Doubt it, she seemed fine this morning".
By the end of the day, the rumour around campus was that Hunter had gotten so much attention after his giant cock was exposed, that he was spoiled for choice when it came to the number of people who wanted to fuck him. In an ideal world, I would have been top of that list.
"What a douche" David sniggered as we walked home, "I mean, imagine dumping your girlfriend after a video like that gets leaked?"
"Yeah" I nodded mindlessly, because the only thing I could think about was getting home, taking my dick out and jerking myself stupid whilst watching said video.
I bid farewell to David and continued on my way, and then something happened that changed my life.
The car drove by and skidded to a halt on the road next to me. I continued walking, but slowed my pace to see what was happening, and a second later, the passenger door swung open and a young woman scrambled out.
"And fuck you too!" She bellowed, grabbing her purse and slamming the door so hard that it actually popped back open. I gawped at her as she stormed up the street and the car remained in place.
"Mind your own business" I whispered to myself, and continued walking, until I heard him.
"Yo bro, mind getting that?" The voice was unmistakeable. I didn't even have to look to know who it belonged to, but how could I resist? I turned and saw Hunter Sterling looking as hot as ever, leaning over the seat and trying to reach the open door. "Please?" He pressed, and it snapped me from my daze.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry" I said, tripping toward him.
"I know your face" he told me, looking up from the driver's seat, "we go to the same college, right?".
I nodded politely, but mainly because I wasn't sure how else to interact to a guy like Hunter.
"Do you live around here?" He asked, and I nodded again. "Need a ride?"
Need a ride? Of course I needed a ride if said ride was with Hunter fucking Sterling!
"I'm good" I said, and wanted to smash my own head off the concrete.
"You sure, bro?" He pressed, "looks like it's gonna rain".
I wasn't, and it did. I took a look around the street, waiting for a camera crew to pop out and yell "gotcha!" But it didn't happen, so with one excitedly terrified breath, I sat next to the man of my dreams.
"Hunter" he said, extending his hand, as though I didn't already know everything about him.
"Jake".
"Let me ask you something, Jake" he said, as the car rolled forward, "is being gay easier than being straight?"
I felt my body tense up at the question. I swallowed a lump in my throat. "No idea" I half laughed, and he cocked a brow.
"Aren't you gay?"
How did he know? Nobody knew. I felt my face flush, and stared straight ahead.
"I didn't mean to offend you or anything" he said, "it's just that I'm pretty good at spotting gay guys".
My mind was in overdrive. Was this all some setup to out me? If it was, why would Hunter Sterling even care if I was gay? Regardless, I wasn't about to tell the truth to the most popular guy in college, that was for sure.
"N... No" I eventually said, "I'm um... I'm not gay".
He sighed as we continued down the road. "I think it would be easier" he said, "girls can be such a pain in the –"
"Easier?" I scoffed, "I can't imagine that it's easy to hide who you are for your entire life just in case some people don't like you".
Hunter didn't say anything.
"I doubt it's easier when every person you've ever been interested in doesn't even know you exist".
I needed to shut up. I'd never been this forthcoming with anybody before, let alone someone like him. Yet my mouth continued to spurt out words that I hadn't considered yet.
"So yeah, I don't think it's easier at all".
I wasn't sure if I was angry or upset, I wasn't sure if I was either of those things, but what I was sure of, was that I'd just completely embarrassed myself. Nice work, Jake.
"So I was right then" Hunter eventually smiled, as we turned down a street that wasn't mine, "you are gay".
What was the point in denying it now? I'd all but admitted it.
"I don't live here" I mumbled, wanting nothing more than to jump from the car and bury my head in a pillow for a month.
"I know you don't. I do".
When Hunter pulled into the empty drive, I considered backing my way out and walking home. Perhaps I should have, but the illogical part of my brain reminded me that I was now in the presence of the guy whom I had been lusting over for a considerable period of time.
"I just need to pick something up" he explained, as I followed him toward the house, "it won't take a minute".
I nodded and stood at the door, but the stunning young man beckoned me inside.
"Don't want you getting all wet out there" he smiled, and I kid you not, his words made me swell.
His house was impressive. Photographs of him hung on the walls, all the way back from when he was a child until now. Of course, in each image, Hunter had either a gold medal or a trophy, and I expected nothing else.
"Do you want a Coke or something?" He asked as we entered the kitchen, and I declined politely, and recalled the sheer size of his cock as soon as he mentioned it.
Hunter strolled through the room and with apparent mindlessness, peeled his t-shirt over his head and threw it into a laundry basket. It wasn't the first time I'd seen him shirtless, obviously, but it was the first time I'd ever been this close to him. I had to steady myself against the table to stop my body from trembling.
"I'm fed up with chicks, Jack" he said with a long sigh, and instead of correcting him, I decided that I didn't care what Hunter called me, as long as he did it without his t-shirt on. "You see that girl who ran from my car?"
I nodded.
"She thought that because I was giving her a ride home, that it meant that I was going to fuck her, can you believe that?"
I didn't blame her, but I forced an awkward laugh.
"I mean, don't get me wrong" he continued, and sat down on the chair opposite, "I'm not opposed to fucking on the first date, Jack, but come on, right?"
"R... Right".
He was staring at me like he was waiting for me to pick up what he was putting down. His gaze was so intense that it almost hypnotised me, until I broke it and looked down at my feet.
"Nice place" I said, and cringed again. Why was I so bad at this?
"Yeah, my parents own it though, so I can't take any credit. Wanna see my room? That I can take credit for".
Did I what?! Of course I wanted to see his freaking room! Yet I played it cool, shrugged and found myself following him up the stairs a moment later, watching closely as the muscles in his smooth back worked with each step.
"What do you think?" He asked proudly, as we stood inside a very large, very neat bedroom.
I could see now where all of his trophies and medals were displayed, and not a single wall was without one. I nodded to show how impressed I was, and then watched as he sat on his large bed.
"Are guys that difficult?" He asked simply, and I grimaced. "Oh come on, bro" he laughed, "don't tell me you haven't gotten any D?"
I wanted the ground to swallow me up, but I stood there awkwardly and shook my head instead.
"Well fuck" he said, the disbelief evident, "ain't that something?"
The young athlete stood up and stepped toward me. My heart began slamming hard in my chest, and after a few difficult seconds, I looked into his eyes once more, and got lost for a second time.
"I bet that sucks" he breathed, and I could smell the aroma of his body.
"D... Don't tell anyone" I mumbled, still stuck in his gaze.
"Don't tell anyone what?" He whispered, stepping closer again, "you're not gay, remember?"
"Yeah"
"Yeah?"
Hunter was now so close to me that our noses were touching. Every inch of my body felt like it was tingling, and breathing had become impossible.
"I'm not gay either, Josh" he told me, "which means that I can fuck your brains out and we can both walk away from this not gay".
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